Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.